I found this interesting entry in ma dairy.A reminder of how 2008 made ma brain work overnight.

I don't have anything against the men community and i do agree to ma guy friends that they are a misunderstood pack but, there are some exceptions.The ones that disgrace the very word "MALE".Yesterday,on our way back from temple me and mom decided to take short cut back home.Its not usual of me to accompany mom and that too to temple but, somehow i was with her walking through the dimly lit street.As we reached the main road to our house i noticed a man,talking over his mobile.You must be wondering"Why did i notice him in the first place?".With his high decibel conversation to not only the person on the other side of the line but, also to the entire region one could not help laughing at his typical Mallu stupidity.Its just a common sight in every small little village to see MALLU's ears glued to the headset tuning in the radio.This guy,obviously a show off was showing off his mobile.With least interest we walked past him.Suddenly,the guy started shouting" I there you need me.I busy,you busy but ,I lift".OOhhh even ma first standard cousin can speak better English than that and he expected me and mom to be impressed by his broken English?.When someone hurts the male ego,they back off until ,then its deliberate attempt to impress.Keeping that in mind i acted out as if I'm having a conversation with mom"I'm there if you need me mom.I'm busy nowadays so are you but, may be i can give you a lift someday". The guy,had his skin peeled of after hearing our conversation,may be he disappeared into thin air after this because, we haven't seen him after that incident.Guys think that they can impress girls with their flashy mobile or accented English but,Guys!!! 21st century girls aren't dumb enough to fall for those cheap tricks.

Sometimes i do think,why do the roadside romeos do have a problem with us walking down the street after 6 pm?.Why do they crowd around malls passing weird comments?,get into a crowded bus right through the front door?.How many guys can you find who opens up the door for you,offers you the ladies seat they have occupied?.The society is filled with male chauvinists,who think it their birth right to dictate over the female community after all, God created Adam first.What they need to know is without US the fellows will starve to death,their laundries will pile up,they will have to sleep in their own mess.Give us the respect we command.

HAPPY NEW YEAR BLOGGERS.

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Iv earned every right to enjoy ma life in the way i want to.I'm not here to make up excuses for ma behaviour for, ma actions are justifiable.Things are going smooth without the regular ups and downs but, things are piling up on professional side.Labs are here,all set to ruin ma new year i have to put up ma bravest face and be wise enough to face the rapid fire rounds.

Trip to Trissur to ma friend Solo's home was total fun. The royal palace field trip was a trip to the past,it amused me as how people could survive without all the gadgets like Tv,washing machine and Laptop.We hit City centre mall,where me and Smi found escalator a fun ride.We were jumping up and down,while trying to figure out the mystery of elevators we gave people around some moments to laugh on.Staying in Cochin hasn't helped me a bit i realised. Back home a big feast awaited us ,i could stop eating only when i couldn't stuff in food any longer. The journey back and forth was fun,saddened by the fact that we couldn't take much pictures of the trip,me and Smi was trying our very best to capture our emotions in the bumpy and shaky bus still ,we managed to take enough to make other's jealous.We put a stop to our madness only when our near by seat got occupied.Was back home by 7 feeling all good,about the whole journey.

People, if you are not cool enough for others so be it.The definition may vary based on people and situations and whatever you have done to get that coolness may backfire some day.Be natural, be yourself and don't fake it out.There are people out there who can spot you out from so be it so, while being a part of the drama don't loose your identity.

Had a blast yesterday ,the details which i will fill in later.I'm just too lazy to type write now.The only reason why I'm filling up the gap is that i don't like the page to be blank.Each day is a memory and not filling up the blog for one day makes me feel that iv missed a chance to revisit ma life at some point.Without post, a day in ma life goes "BOOM",it just vanishes off record.

I'm sick of dirty politics .An engineer was beaten to death by an MLA in UP.The reason is the most hideous one i have ever heard in ma life,for refusing to pay 18 lakhs for Mayawathi's birthday bash.Exhorting money for celebrating a birthday?What difference do they have that separates the lawmakers from the bandits?.At least the bandits rob for feeding their hungry family.Its just too shameful as an individual to shout it out to the world that we have the largest democracy.Mayawathi's 1000 crore birthday bash won't fill empty stomach,won't create new job opportunities,won't help to reduce crime rates in UP.Its a an extravagance,the hunger to prove the money power.Imagine what the situation will be if she ever by luck becomes PM of India? may be her birthday will be declared a public holiday ,adding up another non working day into the already huge number of harthals and bandhs which are officially non working .I wish she never becomes PM but,this is India and anything can happen here.With half of the voters illiterate,vote bank may swing on surnames and caste/religion.In India anything is possible,the laws get changed even constitution to appease the masses, while rest of the less fortunate ones have to put up with almost anything from 49.5% reservations to terrorist attacks.

Most of the politicians spend half of their life time behind black cats,bullet proof vehicles and trips abroad.How the hell will they know anything related to an ordinary voter like you or me?.Here politics is not performance oriented,throw out those who don't step up,the ones who do not fulfill promises.Most of us either have a left or right orientation and progress card doesn't seem to be the criteria for bringing a government to power.Its quite complicated world of betrayals and make ups,your friends becomes foes and foes friends in a matter of 5 years and sometimes, i wish if ma one vote could make a difference.

Now we have people in power and they act as if they know everything in fact the truth is that they know nothing.Try dumping the waste in front of mayor's house then she will understand how difficult its to live in a smelly city like Cochin.Try making all these ministers pay for all the foreign trips they make for insane reasons then ,they will realise the real value of a tax payers money.The only thing governments do is to accuse the opposition and vice verse.Be it Athulay,who still holds the post of a minister after his ridiculous comments .He is the most unpopular character right now and the rulers are trying every trick up their sleeves to protect him just because he represents minority.I think,he doesn't understand the pain of families who lost their dear ones in the line of duty.He should loose one of his own blood to understand or may be he is too dumb to analyse the situation like everyone else do,someone better check his academic records[i bet he hasn't passed his exams].Pakistan needed an advocate and Minister gave them a perfect route to escape their wrong doings.Well,what do we do ?all you voters close your eyes and play Gandhi's 3 monkeys

Hear no evil.

Speak no evil.

See no evil.

Wish i was deaf,dumb and blind.

This post is all about 3 girls.The first one who is proud to represent the hopes of millions of Indians.The second and third who thinks being "Middle class " is so not it and who doesn't give a damn about the dreams of millions of people.

The first person on say in Miss World 1st runner up Parvathy Omanakuttan,who put an end to the crown drought after a gap of 5 years.She made us all proud with her confidence ,attitude and humility.She had no problem in acknowledging her background and her upbringing may be the reason why glued to the television sets,lakhs of Indians households cheered for her .In her introduction video she did come across to me as a girl proud to represent the heritage and culture of Indian soil. She may or may not be coached but, her eyes seemed warm and genuine.

On the other hand super bitches like Shambhavi and Anmol[Ex-Roadies 5.0] just make me wanna hate ma idiotic box so much that throwing it out seems the only perfect solution to escape from their BHAKWAS talk show G-Talk.I still remember the comment the no brainies made during one episode.

"Taking change from a cabie is so ...eeewww....so dirty and filthy,so sweaty his palms will be".

And what the hell do you expect miss beauty queens of someone who works his ass off to feed his family.Will he be dressed in Armani suit smelling D&G perfume?.Crap ,these two represent a class of spoilt generation which has so twisted attitude that clubbing and shopping seems the perfect solution to get over from the terrorist attacks.They are a shame to an entire generation which is branded "Vocal".Count the number of hate sites in their names and then you will realise how UN-Popular these girls are.

I hate people who insults any section of society and thrive on those insults to make them look cool.Fake accents,cultivated attitude ,million buck smile ,they represent just .0025% of total population who is ignorant of larger than life issues.Poverty,unemployment,politics do they relate to anything?like, Miss shambhavi who on being asked who the present Indian president is blurted out Dr.APJ Abdul Kalam's name.They are barbie dolls who are better off in their glass castles nothing better than that.

Shutting ones eyes to issues won't solve them instead, it aggravates and gives an opportunity for others to take advantage of one's ignorance.When one starts speaking on change and the corrupt system what they don't realise is that they themselves are the ones who have lead to such a condition.Changes don't happen in just a day it takes time,efforts and patience.If there are no one to plan and think about the future its, better to leave the issue to the ones who have taken care of the situation for a long time but, then you will loose you right to speak on CHANGE.

Am 21 and ma eyes are wide open even beyond ma boundaries.

I was never good at writing improvement .I was always blessed aplenty by ma university with more than expected marks.I never felt it as necessary to jump into the league of people who have taken improvement as a hobby or people who are never ever satisfied with their marks. I wrote ma last improvement in semester 3, for C programming as i felt injustice has been mended out.I wasn't as bad as the university marks projected me to be so, armed with determination i applied for improvement ...what i didn't know was, i will be running out on fuel after ma regular exams.Still, putting a brave face i wrote ma improvement and scored 15 marks more. I closed the chapter on improvement that day and taught ma self to be happy with what's in hand. There were occasions where i wanted to jump into the bandwagon but, i restrained ma self owing to past experience.This time even after scoring second highest score i chose to write the CST improvement"What hell!!!" people exclaimed .It wasn't going to change ma decision based on the moment's impulse.Let me burst the righteous code,ma decision was also based on the fact that, if most of the people now lagging behind me by 15-20 marks achieve their targeted score then ma mark for the last semester will be pointless and if i can bring about the same percentage increase in ma marks i will be scoring a match point.In hunger without even thinking about ma own attitude i decided to write in spite of ma brain telling me not to.The exam was held 7 days after the last regular exam, unexpected things cropped up and i was shuttling between places.Within days i was in lazers paradise eating and sleeping in random manner.Last semester i found CST a tough cookie to crack owing to the problematic approach,I'm good with problems but ,CST belonged to a special class called graphical problems.The question paper drew ma breath away,though i managed to get 3 problems fully correct and 2 problems half i wasn't satisfied.The extra papers i requested for hit an all time high of 11 ,lastly i had to cut so many single papers out for, i hadn't written anything in them.I was tensed and nauseous after being griped by the fear of 40-[Fail].As i walked out of the hall i met with gloomy faces all around.Most of them had written the paper even worse than me.I dumped ma text book in the back of the car vowing never to open it again.When the results came in me and ma girlfriend scored the highest but, there were 23 supplies in ma class, the highest in the whole college.

2 days before the exam ma best friend reminded me "to study",that's when it stuck me i had to get ma book back.I spent some quality time with Nicholas chart, bode plot ,root locus soon, i was slacking driven by nothing ,not the enthusiasm or the vigour .I knew the task of getting even 1 mark more was impossible.Filled with confusion i contacted some of ma very close friends to know their take on "Whether i should give the exam a miss".most people with a concern for the money i spend for applying asked me to give it a shot as i had nothing to loose.If i scored less than ma existing marks will stay else, the new one.I went to the exam hall yesterday to find it near empty .Most of ma mates backed out.The question paper was even worse than the first one.The only comforting part was the theory.This time too i got 3 questions right and 2 questions half right.The effect is same i suppose.Lets ,wait for the results

By the way I'm done with improvements.

To let someone know that they don't have a place in your life can be quite an affair.One can't bang on and speak out the truth on his/her face.The next thing one can do is to "AVOID".Avoid to a point where the other person feels that he/she is stuck in the wrong company.

In real life i had to put into action the above gruesome attitude once.This very person who clinged on to me for popularity,friends and ma NOTES!!!.I shooed her away from ma life the day i realised she was a parasite,thriving on ma life.I avoided her to the ground zero level i could lower ma self but,she acted as if it didn't matter to her for she was an innocent lamb.She succeeded in projecting herself as the victim in front of everyone.

The thing is, a third person will always feel that no matter whose mistake it is,it always due to the loud person.The innocent actors/actresses always escapes the spotlight and enters the Safe zone.She acted out as an innocent barbie doll spitting out venom from the corners and amazingly no one noticed except few.

After 6 months of issues suddenly, she came in to realise what a friend i was or may be not and decided to crash ma inbox with her stupid no-sense messages.Well, who cares as all her messages went straight to auto delete box from ma inbox.Yesterday, i was trapped with no place to hide as i was in conversation with another friend of mine.She was in her usual elements:ANNOYING and patiently i completed one sentence at a time for her queries.Then, she started her lecture on AE UNITED and friends for ever.OOOoooo.....i literally hit ma head on the table as i dozed of during the lecture.What else can i do?Hear her fake thanks giving speech?.Finally i asked" do you still think we are friends?" and as expected the million times re rehearsed script.I already gave her what she wanted,the queen bee title and all ma guy friends.I'm happy for not being happy for her as the farther I'm from her the better.I can't understand what does she want from me? please don't tell me its "forgiveness" I'm not that dumb to believe she does regret all what she has done.I'm left kingdom less, enjoying ma last few days as an ordinary person out of limelight.I don't have guys or fame in ma pocket to share then, why can't she leave me alone?.All brainless bimbos line up, you have a tough competition.Okay!!!i should stop insulting people or rather BIMBO'S through ma Blog.I'm not silly enough to jump into your smile and leave all the past behind.I hold them very near and to fake as if I'm really gonna miss ma class and ma mates after s8 is really irritating.Ooh!!! God, frankly I'm not gonna miss most of them may be few but, for the rest I'm more than happy not to cross paths ever again. Iv got sick and tired of politics and all the "AE UNITED " thing. We have arts and sports this semester.To hang on to the legacy created by our seniors is gonna be real tough.We bagged both arts and sports last time. I was actively involved but, none of ma mates were ,owing to their differences with seniors.Everyone sat one the side bench watching the fun and really questioning the efforts. This time, things are different as whatever you do , no one recognises your contributions and the front liners always gets to grab the headlines.Why work for people who treat you like scum bag?.I better shut ma mouth and do whatever assigned to me just because its a team and i don't want the team to be let down due to petty differences.

I MAY FORGIVE BUT, I WILL NEVER FORGET.

I have nothing to say.People ,please take care of your parents,love them,try to understand and respect their feelings.You may never get another chance, another life time to redo your actions.Your actions may leave a permanent scar,and you may have to live with that for your whole life.Many may wonder"How can a 21 year old give advice on lives most valuable lesson".Places,people all influence ma thought process.For the time being these are ma "RIGHTS".
Some people,just refuse to grow up and no matter what .We have to prepare ourselvesfor the worst.I was shocked to see the state of ma room today.Books were strewn,Cd's out of the shelf,Ma laptop used indiscriminately.Should i keep ma mouth shut?.To expect any action on behalf of ma parents seems a distant dream.Ma privacy has been invaded .I'm an individual and there are things that i don't expect people to do in ma absence,exactly those very things were done.I don't feel like going through yet another argument session.So,this one is for you jerk"Stay out of ma life".You are 4 years younger to me,i don't need your parenting tips.I know how to do things of ma own,i don't need a CID to look into ma secret world,I don't need a hacker to enter into ma accounts.
Everything for the past few days seems totally out of control.All i can do is to stay at a distance ,watching ma parents . I'm happy that they are supporting each other,during tough times.No accusing fingers, no arguments, no angry faces.I'm keeping ma cool,in spite of whatever that jerk has done.I don't wanna stretch it long for i got very little time.Until next time ,its Opal signing off.

Iv lots to post on.Saturday and Sunday turned out to be two hectic days,carrying out journeys to different places,meeting up with friends and family and filling ma self with ma favorite FOOD.

SATURDAY

The plan was to hit VOLVO RACE VILLAGE with ma parents .The one thing about ma family is, we never go out together.With hectic schedules its almost impossible,when the chance came in to visit Volvo village,that everyone was talking about i hoped on into the bandwagon.Ma brother followed the suite and with no other option of making us both stop repeating"We are the only unlucky ones left to see"Dad and mom reluctantly agreed.I was asked to meet up the family at Willingdon Island ,the place that shares most of ma memories.On ma way i was seated comfortably in the front seat.The lady just behind me was shouting it loud on her mobile,either she has a hearing problem or may be she wants all the passengers to hear her conversation whatever it is i fell into her trap.

Lady:We will meet up at Menaka,not Jetty.

Other side,A Guy(I think):No why can't you come to Jetty?

Lady:U say ,Why can't you come to the place where i ask you to?

Other side:Are you with some guy?

Lady:Now you accuse me of cheating on you?

She gives her mobile to her friend,takes it back

Heard?I'm with a girl.I wanted to see you so badly that's why i told you to meet me na?

The conversation is cut.After 5 minute

Lady:Its because of Mr.X we were friends in the first place.I will talk to him or even flirt with him whenever i want to.You rascal,Don't ever call me up or even try to reach me.

Conversation cut.Lady sobs.

Okay,now for some thoughts.How can anyone cut off from a relationship in a matter of 10 minutes?.Am not a relationship expert still, i believe that all relationships need to be held out with some respect.Its not something that you can throw away after use.

I reached Island and went straight to ma aunt's place.Ma mom showed up late as usual and we headed to the race village.Cochin is the only stopover in India and as cochinites its a proud moment for all of us.In its 35 years of history the race is coming to the Indian shores for the first time.2nd leg of the race saw some real action and Team ERRICSON made it to the Cochin soil first.The Cultural extravaganza for two weeks,Volvo Race was getting to people's nerves.The race covered half of newspaper's sport edition columns and each day people were flocking in large numbers just to experience the buzz.Kudos to PORT authorities for making this a memorable event . Its really hard to believe they changed the entire look of Island in just 3 months. We glided through all the stalls,browsing through items.Nothing was worth buying owing to the Sky rocket price,the exact price of the item was listed out by ma Dad,who was also a part of the race indirectly.We had our Reserved front row seats for the cultural fest for the evening.Music by NAVAL BAND ,band KALINGA and FASHION SHOW.He headed out by 9:30 and was back home by 11.

SUNDAY

The fun day began with the travel to Alapuzha for ma cousin's (Dad's sister's son) engagement.We reached there late,but early for the event.The whole family was there for the event and some of ma Mom's family too as, the girl is ma Mom's distant relative .I bond well with the family from maternal side so, i was happy seeing all those faces which genuinely seemed happy to see me there.I was welcomed with raised eyebrows and awful stares and wearing a jeans was never this humiliating.Stuck in the company of people above the age of 35+,it makes me feel kind of old too.I was struggling to make a conversation, ma only cousin sister was busy with her baby ,that practically left me killing flys to kill boredom.After the ceremony we went too see the KAYAL,only too see the greens covering it.Frankly,there was not even little blue to be seen.Came back ,had sadhya and as a formality took pictures with a relatives and headed back home.

At about 6 pm, something hit me hard.I haven't started preparations for ma FUZZY ENGINEERING module.I have just two days to ma University exam and being the highest scorer there is a lot of pressure on me to perform well for this elective subject.A random thought.I'm confused about Human behaviour and thoughts that doesn't seems to make sense.Who are real and who are faking?.What people need is someone to help them out and when people need you they treat you like a queen.Only 3 girls are there for this elective and the guys desperately need some help.They treat you like dirt and expects you to buy their affection just like that.I don't think i will entertain any of their pleads to come to college to teach.Not, that i don't like teaching people,i would love to help out but, not those who show attitude.May be i won't bag the little of MIss.Popular it doesn't matter,may be people will interpret it as ma attempts to score maximum without letting anyone else do.I don't care seriously, for I'm way past the level of thinking that people are genuine and warm.Everyone has their own agenda.Don't even try to make me a part of yours for, I'm least interested.

Ma parents don't approve to some of ma self made theories,mostly the ones related to religion and GOD.There exists an ideological clash between the two generation in this regard.Both of ma parents are highly pious, they never miss their daily schedule of visiting temples,they have a piece of advice for me every time ,they see me lazing around"Go to Temple".I don't approve of their point as for me God exists everywhere,and just a moment of prayer,or a silent thanks is more than enough for divine blessings.Am not an atheist as I believe in the supreme power,the unknown force that drives the universe.Science alone can't satisfy our curious minds,there needs to be something beyond the explainable,mysterious intervention for us to place our trust and move on.Whenever something goes wrong, the first name that comes out of our mind is "oh GOD".Its that we trust that the divine intervention will somehow make all the difference and will bring out a better tomorrow.After all its hopes and dreams that keeps us alive.

Iv always wondered "Why people find it so important to visit temples?",i think i have finally found ma answer.Last day on being forced to temple,i was taking ma Pradikshnams when someone called out ma name,to ma surprise it was ma classmate out of nowhere i asked"You here?".Next sentence was a humiliating one"I come here everyday.You here?".He just hit me for a sixer,this classmate of mine is from Trissur.He stays in the hostel but, he travels 35 minutes everyday to ma place just to visit temple whereas for ma self,the temple is not even 5 minutes walk from ma home and all i do is to laze around.Ma mother ,totally impressed by this guy said"Opal visits temple, when its her birthday,or when there is a festival".That makes me wanna tell something,a regret may be .I couldn't attend the temple festival this time,every morning i would get up of ma bed and say out loud"evening ,i will" something comes up at the exact time and this time i didn't even attend one day of the festival.I think iv to do a lot of talking and ask for forgetfulness to see ma Deity smile again.

Yesterday,i visited the Eranakulam Siva temple not, the usual practise for me as i substituted for ma brother who is having pre-boards.When i reached the temple,it was almost empty except for the"Om nama sivaya "chant that filled the surrounding.The atmosphere was so calm and peaceful that i wished if i could stay looking at the Deity for few more hours.The flickering lamps and the odour of sandalwood filled the atmosphere.It all , forced some random thoughts "The reason why people visit temples".I think from ma daily see that temple is a sanctuary where one get the perfect atmosphere to think,to repent for ones mistakes.The atmosphere soothes,calms and brings out the positive energy in a person.God is one person,who listens to all our sorrows,pains ,sufferings and we expect reassurance in form of smile(my Divine sign) or some other gestures.I communicate,talk, to the divine deity before me and every time i seem to get an answer.When i pray beyond the walls of temple boundaries,i pray for ma self,a one way communication,ma needs,ma issues.It doesn't give the same sense of security or warmth as it does for the temple.

I have had ma share of interventions or as you call it "the divine calls".I have experienced it in random manner.One such moment i would like to share. It was one of those special days in CHOTTANIKARA BHAGAVATHY TEMPLE",the one in which long ques stretched even outside the temple premises.After one hour in scorching sun,when we reached on to the temple nada,it closed for pooja.I stood there,beginning to feel dizzy and nauseous.Finally ,when it came unbearable i closed ma eyes and prayed"I came all this way just to see you,and if nada doesn't open now,i may faint.Please,i just want one glimpse".As i opened ma eyes after ma prayer,the nada opened and i felt goddess was smiling on me,telling me not to worry.That moment, i still remember,i couldn't hold back ma tears.After, that incident i became a staunch believer of Devi,there are many more stories i would like to share associated with the same temple.Most of the time ,SHE bails me out ,helps me,advises me.This is one temple i would recommend to all you people.

Ma uncle,(mother's brother) was the black sheep of family and as most of ma relatives would say"just like me".He was a person on the harder end questioning the very existence of GOD.Years have passed,he is 37 now and every time i visit his house he takes me to VAIKOM MAHADEVA KSHETHRAM".He never misses his daily walk to the temple.He has changed a lot from his younger days,there is more order and responsibility in his life now.

The thing is as children or as teenagers we tend to question everything that needs to be feared,parents teachers,GOD .When age catches up,we have nowhere to turn to except for "GOD".May be i will understand the real meaning of worship and the ultimate power one day.These are some of ma thoughts and some of you may not agree with me viewpoint.Each one of us have different views on this topic and our experiences my vary.

Things have been piling up,getting clogged to a point where i can't seem to find solutions to ma problems.I was placed in one of leading multinationals this march, as software developer.Though am completely alien to this software thing, i decided to stick on until newer pastures opened up.Everything went wrong in the past few weeks,with recession hitting all IT companies hard,companies are handing out pink slips to professionals.I haven't received ma offer letter yet and rumours floating about the supposed to be sent apology letter by some MNC to the college really makes ma future look bleak.The recession had to wait until 2008 to hit the markets hard?So bad of you mr.!!!!.The going gets tough when one is being taken care by successful parents.Both ma parents are successful in their careers,earning hard cash.I have nothing to worry as ma brother puts in"As long as our parents are rich ,you don't have to worry .Just sit here ,enjoy and after 3 or 4 years get stuck in some kitchen".How rude of him,until today i haven't heard ma brother talking highly of women.For him it all about cooking and cleaning , i wonder how his future wife will react to his comments.It no pressure from home as i have still one more semester to go.Ma mom has her plan B ready for me,urging me to go in for higher studies or may be as lecturer in some college.I know am good in ma core field of instrumentation but,the stream has very few openings for girls.Petrochemical industry supplements the instrumentation fraternity and the good thing is that recession hasn't affected much though crude oil prices have been hit.

Now for the real drama yesterday, ma mom came in with a newspaper,it had news about openings in national banks .I went through and found it interesting so, i told mom that i will be giving it a try.As ma mom showed it to dad he objected"4 years of engineering to become clerk in some bank?.No!!!".It didn't matter to me whether it was a white collar job or not as long as its a JOB.Even for clerical posts,Banks offer the same salary as that of what is received by an engineer in an MNC and also,the work timings will be far flexible.I don't mind working under people who are far less qualified than I'm.I doesn't hurt ma ego and i consider those as opportunities to learn,grasp and understand.For,dad it doesn't seem to strike a bell for him its all about status and recognition.Have to agree to ma mom's long vision even after ,so many protests she supported me and I'm planning to apply for the job which requires only 12th class pass as educational qualification.

Ma chat window beeped and after a long conversation i said"I'm planning to apply for the clerical job in 2 national banks". The immediate response was" Engineering and this?.Ma verdict is NO!!!".I was let down"Support me if you can,i won't embarrass you in front of people".Finally a smiley beeped on to ma screen"As you wish".

Now people,every job has its own value.Wonder why we have so many unemployed educated youths in our country?.They are people who believe they are nothing short of white collar jobs.They sit idle waiting for that tie and suit job to run into their laps.Their prayers are not granted as God only helps those who helps themselves.Every job commands respect not that ,an engineer ought to be a programmer only.Unless and otherwise this mentality doesn't change our country wont be able to fulfil"VISION 2020"

A CUP OF TEA



Yesterday, i acted out the part of "MISS.PERFECT",it was an attempt from ma side to mend things between me and mom.Have to accept that ma mom is an awesome cook,and i don't mind gulping down whatever she prepares in kitchen for me .The one thing that eludes ma mom's 22 years experience in kitchen is the "ART OF TEA MAKING".The tea always ends up either too strong or too weak,comes in her daughter(that's ME),who herself was tagged "TEA QUEEN" by her mates for being the biggest contributor to the college coffee shop.People say the shop survives on her cash alone.On a bad day i end up having 9-10 cups of tea much to the nonacceptance of people around.I love perfectly made tea and can walk any distance to achieve that level of perfection.The special ability of making Good tea comes at a bad cost,to be the official tea maker of the house.Every time Dad's friends ,relatives come visiting ma Mom gives one of her look trying to converse through her eyes which actually means"OFF TO KITCHEN".Unlike most families we have our tea by 7-8pm,that's when Dad comes home from office.The first thing that he enquires is"WHERE IS MA TEA?"(now you know where i inherited ma genes from).

Last day it was ma ON DUTY time in kitchen and i filled three glasses with tea ,one for Dad,one for myself and ma BITS maniac Bro.Mom was busy draping herself in the Saree to attend the temple festival,as three of us were sitting on the couch sipping our hot tea mom comes in with a smirk on her lips"where is ma tea" .That's when i thought i had prepared just 3 glasses of tea, and it wasn't something that i did out of blue that day.Three cups are a part of the prevailing rules as far as i can remember.The thing that made all the difference was ,three of us forgot to ask her if she wanted any.Usually ,ma mom skips her tea for, she is not a great fan of the brown liquid and taking it as granted i didn't bother to ask if she needed any .I glanced at the seats besides me"It was empty".Dad and Bro had escaped leaving me there to defend ma self."I thought...." i continued."You could have asked,I'm the person who takes care of you people,preparing all that you ask for.Should have asked me whether i needed tea or not".Mothers get very sentimental whenever their daughters behave in a way that they are not expected to be.Knowing what i did was wrong, i had to keep ma mouth shut.Tears were rolling down her eyes and i couldn't say anything.I stood there looking on to her eyes.I should have asked her in the first place.I had to get thing right and yesterday was ma chance.Without being forced into the kitchen i went in and ma mom was surprised to see hot cup of coffee waiting for her on her return from the tiring day in the hospital.I just had one thing to say

"SORRY MOM"

Some people in our lives deserves the best,the very best . The tide of life may take them to places unknown but, deep down inside we wish them the very best.I'm happy for ,i get to see ma sister smile again. To see those dark eyes shine,the very one which was filled with tears that day in the corridor is ma prayers answered.She is not meant to be an ordinary person ,God has greater things planned for her,she is destined to make it BIG. Yesterday turned out to be one jolly day with little things that meant a lot.Its life anyways and each one of us should be prepared for the unexpected.Now, for some random thoughts.....

Wonder years,the years of growing up,self discoveries, trials, jubilation, triumphs,downfalls......I'm still growing out of ma shell.It seems hard to do things on ma own,to watch things which calls for a response but,have to zip in and sit as if things around doesn't matter me at all,to do things i want to but,moral codes and conduct have to be followed by Daddy's little girl.Tomorrow i may die, and no one will even know am gone from the surface of the earth. To be happy trying to defend your dreams or to be happy for ,the people around.Which one is worth a fight?I'm not sure nor will i have a chance to experience life in its full form.Bungee jumping,vacation abroad,first salary,living the dreams that puts me to sleep every night.Its crazy to make this random talk but,its ma thoughts in crude form.As Gov says,you speak the absolute truth when you are angry and frustrated.I'm frustrated and this what's being held up in ma heart for quite a long time.I know, this post will create some ripples and probably, i will end up hearing the same stuff over"you are childish".I don't care...I'm sick and tired of proving them wrong.Believe what you want to,make up stories about me,paint me all wrong.I'm past the age of taking "REVENGE".I will forgive all you people for whatever you have done with ma life but, i will never forget.The nights i cried alone,the days when i sat talking to desks and benches,the noons when i wished if i could just disappear.....Things have changed for good or for bad,i have little rays of hopes in ma life,handing me the handkerchief,someone to talk to,giving me the invisibility clock.Thank yo guys for all your love and support.

I'm no saint.Iv also broken many hearts.Ma persistent alter ego,that refused to open up ,driving people to edge.Right words that abandoned me at times ,hurting the person on the other side,ma doubts and insecurities that nourished the little devils deep inside.I repent,if i could just go back and change.Wish if i had a time machine,i could make it all right.The perfect life that i always read about.

Ma college life is coming to an end and i believe i have still lot to learn,lot to achieve,lot to think,lot to write,lot to laugh on,lot to cry about,lots and lots.........

I'm a person with deep political views and the situation has intensified ma views on to a different level.The battle is almost over,with the NSG commandos securing Taj hotel,its yet another battle against terrorism won.Many unanswered questions remain,arguments,deliberations and within a week Mumbai will be back on its heels,raising past time.This day will be forgotten,the only ones who will remember will be those who lost their beloveds.Accepted the fact that we believe in "ADHITI DEVO BHAVA",which means guests are like God but,why can't we seem to learn from our mistakes?.As the media pointed out ,there wasn't even a single terrorist attack on America after 9/11 but,we wake up every morning reading about blasts and attacks.Why can't anything be done?.There is no point arguing as we have our politicians doing that job to perfection.

The Mumbai attacks are a clear indicator that terrorists are not targeting a single section alone,terror can strike anywhere anytime.Weapons,cash ,gadgets terrorists have access to almost everything.HOW?WHY?WHERE?,everyone seems to know the answer still owing to political and diplomatic pressure we choose to turn a blind eye towards the incidents.

No religion, no faith urges man to kill his fellow beings.Innocents who have nothing to do with the HIDDEN AGENDA'S.Clearly,victims of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

My deepest condolences to those who lost their loved ones, to wake up to find yourself all alone,without having a clue that yesterday was the last day you kissed your loved ones goodbye is pretty scary.

NSG commandos and Maharashtra Police who did a tremendous job fighting continuously for more than 48 hours putting even their lives at stake.The Martyn's who died in the encounters will be remembered in our prayers.

Politicians,Please step up the act.Don't compromise on national security for petty vote bank politics.Country is above any individual or any religion.Put your powers to use at least now for, we need a country where we can sleep without having to fear"Will i be alive tomorrow?"

Media,i completely salute your determination to bring all the action live into our sitting rooms but, please don't take it as an opportunity to increase your TRP's

LET ALL OF US INDIANS ,ACT,RAISE OUR VOICE AGAINST TERRORISM,LET NOT THIS DAY BE REPEATED.

JAI HIND

It feels good to be appreciated,especially by those whose opinions matter. I'm not a good photographer,i really don't have a clue about lights,texture,brightness and the many more confusing technical terms.What i do have is the skill to transform a dull photo in one which speaks stories. As i went through some of the blogs, i was quite smitten by the idea of photo editing.I spent considerable time, searching for photo editing tools.I dashed into few like ,PICNIK with amazing features.The first picture i tried ma hands on wasn't good enough for ma artistic genes.I worked on it,and finally came up with ma first edited picture.I posted it out on ma web page.Few of ma friends did comment on the new approach in viewing the picture from a different perspective.The thing is i don't have much choices,not many photos to edit.All i have is few photos and i work on them over and over again.I was getting good reviews,but comments from ma classmates didn't kind of gave me an impression that they were impressed.Yesterday, as i walked past the door,Vish shouted out loud"HERE COMES THE EDITOR".Ma pictures were the talk of the table,and frankly i felt good about the whole conversation.For,the first time i wasn't hiding beneath the table,i was taking active participation in the talk.Colours,saturation,contrast ..people were listening to me.They needed ma advice,ma views on the topic.Vish added on"One day i too will be as good as you".Being ma Little brother,his comments do mean a lot to me and ya ma pictures do speak for me, they are a reflection of what I'm,through which ma personality transits across.

It doesn't make any sense.......

Every superhero has a bad hair day,when he/she looks into the mirror and exclaims"oooh good god!!!".I'm not in ma usual sarcastic self today,not even remotely close to ma daily sessions.I just lay on ma bed wearing ma glasses and think,will the world be any different when viewed through the glasses?.Ma spring has come to an end.The cold winter is here.I'm sounding crazy ain't i?.Its ma deliberate attempt to heal ma self.People trust me with their lives,trust me with their stories.their lives.They expected the same from me and i disappointed them.I wasn't ready to open up,share ma world trying madly to protect what i call ma dreams.People came and went,some didn't return for a second time.Every time ,i figured it out, was too late.And then one day ma life changed.People i held close till that point ,preferred to walk away leaving behind few ones,i have painted ma life around.One such person is ma future,or with who's i associate mine.There are very few people in this world who knows "How bad opal is at singing,how obsessed she is with soft toys,how mad she can get when her phone gets hacked by some goofy virus,how badly she breaks down after all the melodrama" and those people are ma family.Some moments stay and die with you, some just follows you around,some makes you smile, some makes you cry and at the end of the day you get tired of the huge piles of memories and even regret forgetting some.You just don't walk away from people,the time forces you to.The distance never makes your love fluctuate like the share market.The distance makes it stronger or more so that's what people believe.I'm a believer and a negative energy i may be but, in a land of happy endings i have ma own happy ending to weave.Iv lived long enough to realise how crazy i get when i totally fail to see the gleam in people's eyes.Rapid switching from one state to another,oscillating ,balancing and totally screwing up,I know still you care for me because you don't have any other option other than to take me along your lives journey,sing songs for me,stop me from giving you pet names.If life with you is painful,i gladly would let the pain consume me for without you these random words doesn't make any sense.

A random post

A heart warming smile,tears filled eyes,a nod,"Thank you's",a word of appreciation,mutual understanding,support, few of the ingredients in a successful relationship.I'm not a person, who likes to go out and celebrate for no reasons.For, me each of the celebrations holds a meaning and being in the last phase of college life BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS cannot be tagged "UNNECESSARY".Yesterday ,we celebrated SMI's birthday,21 good years have passed since she steeped on to the cradle of the earth. It took me 1 week to decide on "WHAT TO BUY".Knowing her tastes for so long, i had to cut out possibly everything from a budget.Finally i was so stuck by the idea of a "TEDDY BEAR" miniature prototype of the one i posses.Giving a 21 year old a teddy bear seems so childish but, we are still children deep down inside in a different perspective,wanting to get hold of whatever we "don't" have, trying to do everything possible to get some attention,the child is still in there taking a nap.After a disappointing core paper, we headed to her new home.What awaited us was a lavish SADHYA.

I was back home at 7:30.Frequent calls from home made me frantic.Dad and mom's calls in successive random pattern,ma parents are not like typical parents wanting to put restriction on everything i do.They give me directions and finally its my choice which route to take.But, yesterday something happened way out of ma expectations.The guys waited for me at the bus stop till, i boarded the bus safely back home.On reaching ma stop i had ma brother waiting for me as per ma instruction.What i saw there was even more troubling,he was there with Dad's old bike.He asked me to get in which i promptly denied.He is 17 and a master of speed,getting behind him on an activa itself is life threatening. The prospects of seeing a geared vehicle scared me even more.I had a brush with an accident, while travelling with him on the very same bike.He got me into his confidence and every time he changed gears the bike raced out of control.I had to say in every prayer i ever knew.Those 10 minutes were the worst in ma life,scared,tensed and God knows what feelings rushed past me that time i sat behind him eyes tightly shut,clutching him hard, only to breathe at a normal pace when i saw the house in front of me.As we got in i asked"Where is MOM and DAD?".What he said warmed up ma blood from the chilly ride."They aren't home.Both of them forgot their mobiles at home.I was thinking why you were getting late.I was the one who called you from both the mobiles". I knew it or at least thought about the probability of someone messing around with the mobiles.Ma brother can drive me to the edge at times,his eagerness to act his part of that of a brother,annoying calls every 5 minutes to know where i have reached, the loud orders while in a bus together.Ma parents know that I'm mature enough to handle ma self but, this doesn't get into Sank's head.

After dinner i ran downstairs hearing arguments.It was Dad giving ma brother, a dose of his own medicine.The bike on which he came to receive me had its front tyre punctured.Sank knew it and still rode all the way without letting me know."You have no right to put her life in danger too.You are an irresponsible guy but ,today's incident was so immature of you.Never repeat this"Dad shouted.Whole time ma brother stood there looking on to the floor.I trusted ma life with him those 10 minutes,though i reached home safely to write this post i regret not acting like a 21 year old or even like a sister.The day that saw so many random incidents, so many adventures, so many mis-actions.regretful deceisions.21/11/08 close of the chapter and a new day awaits.

To bell the CAT

To bell the CAT



Last day Dad rushed into ma room looking all weary,the expression he carries when our Dog falls sick."Ma friend who scored 99 percentile told that its impossible to bell the CAT without preparation" he said.I wasn't even thinking about the exam that was supposed to be held 2 days later,safely hidden in some dark corner of ma brain, Dad brought it back to limelight."Ya i know, and I'm just giving it a go this year.Don't expect miracles from me",ma answer was that of a person who has already marked the score.
On Saturday,me and Achoo after the gruesome Micro controller exam along with ma parents packed our backs to Kozhikode,the land of yummy Biriyanis(only thing worth mentioning).On arriving at the station Dad reminded us"Jump into the train,there will be heavy rush".Train travel without reservation is something that i don't enjoy much.I managed to jump into the train before it came to a screeching halt at the station,occupying one whole berth for whole of ma family.I shooed away people who were showering "GOOD WORDS".A 6 hours journey, and we were at Kozhikode station,welcomed by Dad's colleague's parents.Another 40 minutes and a drive thought the curviest of paths,we reached a calm and serene village.The atmosphere was so relaxing that ,as i saw ma bed before me,i drifted off to sleep.Mom woke me up early morning,knowing I'm a night creature .I stood there with the book in ma hand watching ma mother sleep soundly.When it became impossible to see her in the lap of luxury i slided back under the bed sheet.I reached the exam centre, to see confident faces all around me, to be frank nervousness was attacking me from the toe.
Inside the hall,i received ma paper.2 hours flew by.90 questions in total,ma brain started ranting"At least 45 questions to score a decent percentile,else how will you even look at people's face?".I tried ma level best to finish 45 questions but, one need to know something to even go in for a wild guess right?.Managed English and logic section but, maths proved to a tough cookie.I was all hushed up thinking that 40 wasn't good enough.A 1:00 pm the exam came to an end.The students were glaring at me with wide eyes.I glanced at their OMR sheets ,it was nearly blank and there was ma OMR sheet almost covered up with pencil marks.The guy near me commented"Went for coaching?".I stared at him blank"NO!!!".Ma parent's were waiting outside,dejected that they couldn't complete watching the movie 20-20 .They went for the jolly ride,while i was sweating heavily inside. Dad commented on being said that i could just mange to write 40 questions"you could have marked everything".Ma one side journey to the land of negatives ,i thought.
Ma only hope left was, tasting a good Biriyani.All the hopes were dashed when dad brought for me the railway Biriyani.Don't even bother to ask me to comment on it.So,the whole journey was a waste of MONEY and EFFORTS .
The way back was even more adventurous.With no reservation it was ma chance to chase after moving train.Finally we managed to get in.With Dad's proper analysing of situation,we secured a seat in 30 minute and it was yet another 6 hours journey back home.Dejected i rang up ma cheering buddy Govind"i did just 40".What he told next was the surprise of the year"10 questions from each section and the cut off is cleared.That means to obtain a percentile of 80 or so 40 question correct is all what's needed,for percentile is not percentage".Shaken to core i sat there thinking about the comment that guy made"went for coaching?"Now all of it made perfect sense.I had not much time to think for the very next day, that is today i had to take ma core paper university exam.I wouldn't have forgiven ma self if ma exams would have gone bad.Thankfully ,everything went smooth.For people who asked me how ma CAT exams went,i just had one reply

"THE CAT SCRATCHED ME HARD"

Ma life story

The worst part of hitting 21?.The constant reminders that you are not a girl anymore but, a lady.Being accepted is one thing and being forced to take up responsibilities is something else. Each wedding that i attend to is a torture with, relatives hovering around to play the part of match makers.Each family meetings stretched beyond the breaking point to address the hot issue of rising price of "GOLD".With an ultimatum of 3 years,there is another goat out there waiting to be slaughtered.The fun of having dinner together as a family has disappeared.Its not a dinning table anymore but, a battleground to decide if 24 is "OLD"?.Sometimes i do think ,if Romans made a mistake by including 12 months a year.It should have been 20 months or so. Life is so predictable for now. I can see ma self in the MIRROR,enjoying the soaps ,with greys covering half of ma hair.There is no fun in growing up.Do i feel like a grown up?.No!!!!.I look out of ma window to see the far stretched horizons.The wide range of opportunities before me and it will be on a sharing basis in 3 years. For now , let the whirls of life take me to any direction it wants.After all I'm a woman and I'm capable of sailing without a driving licence.

This is Opal and this is ma life story.

University ki jai ho

University ki jai ho




Drubbed as one of the biggest universities of Kerala,Mahatma Gandhi University,Kottayam has also the dubious reputation of being the worst. A course of 4 year takes 4 1/2 years to complete from MG university, nothing that i complain of an extended 6 months torture. They seem to be hell bend on correcting the whole academic plan which was totally on the wrong path for the last 10 years.As a result, a 5 module course(6 subjects and 2 labs) are scrammed in a 2 month semester.Before you can even start to dream of the university exams,you are handed over with your hall ticket.Exams for the seventh semester students were supposed to start tomorrow.As luck would have it,all the late study enthusiasts won't have to work out today night.Instead they can sleep until the late hours in the morning for ,the exams have been postponed to 15th.Until now the schedule was changer over 3 times.The last one,even had an exam the very next day after CAT.One of ma friends commented on seeing the timetable,"you run after the CAT and next day you run after the RAT". With the rescheduling the whole"i will do this the day before" have to be revamped.University has given us a new lease of life with a day off before VLSI.Earlier it was back to back exams.All is not bad right.Here am typing away, all thanks to the university without which i would have been in frying pan trying to interface ADC with controller

I know what you did last NIGHT!!!

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Group studies=YAWN!!!!

Group studies=YAWN!!!!

Nothing to write.The whole day was spend on Process dynamics and control.4 of us went to Smi's house for a 6 month event:GROUP STUDIES where ,the amount of studies will be 1% and the remaining 99% time will be wasted on useless things.I'm not usually a group study enthusiast, not that i can learn things by myself but,i like the peaceful atmosphere and the time that i spend on each topic is non compatible with others.For the last few day i was forced by ma pals for the ritual but,ma issues with group study coupled with plain laziness somehow prevented me from the forceful brain induction.Today ,i couldn't find a suitable excuse to save ma self from the misery and i was trapped in ma own promise to be there at Smi's house by 10.As usual i reached her home at 12 .I was the first one to reach her house(Guys know me well) and we started of with the last module .5 of us are at different intellectual levels and the same thing has to be repeated 5 or 10 times before we can start with a new topic,this is to make sure that everyone understands what is being said.Before lunch we completed half the module soon enough ma friend Solo complained on how hungry he was(his biggest weakness).After the fight with food,which was simply great, it was time for us to head back to our study zone.With heavy stomachs we chatted a little and off to the world of boilers and control.By 3 everyone was drained of enthusiasm.Shag was on bed snoring,Solo on computer and Smi on magazine.I sat there urging everyone to study ,trying ma very best to lift their spirits.By 4 we were served "payasam".As the clock struck 5 i was the only one in the room with ma book.I struggled and struggled to keep ma wavy mind in place.Finally,i achieved the impossible:2 module wrapped for good.We were again served tea and snacks.The ritual came to an end, we packed our bags ,said thank you to aunt who fared better than us and off home.What did i learn??? story making !!! ya Shag needs each topic to be converted into short stories before he can learn them.What else did i learn?Y....aaaa.....wwww....nnnnn.

Movements

Movements

The moving river

that flows by its principle,

never deviates from the path followed.

The moving leaves

that live by sacrifice unique,

looks out to a better tomorrow.

The moving clouds

that race past the sky ,

show the true spirit of sedate.

The moving wind

that spreads fragrance around,

wishes to spread a smile.

The moving fire

that symbolises determination,

burns every obstacle in path.

Life is full of movements

that shows us the way of living

Movements of nature

that's truly beyond human imagination.

-Opal

12th Science

Reflection(School magazine),2004-2005

Atleast everyone survived!!!!

Atleast everyone survived!!!!

Ma culinary experimentation began in standard 8th.The first to be born out of hand:"*******"[donno what] but, it was some Spanish dish that i saw in discovery travel and living .The only thing i remember is it had something to do with eggs and potato.After seeing the whole ingredients ma mom commented"You won't like it Opal,its too much continental for you".God i hate it when she is right,had to throw away the whole stuff even ma Dad preferred to stay away from the dining table for a night even though that meant to stay HUNGRY.The way to a man's heart is through his stomach and like every good mother, ma mom was hell bend on teaching me "HOW TO COOK".Luckily or unluckily i didn't mange to stick out in the kitchen for long and the art was lost.

Ma second experiment,if i remember it correct was in 12th, when ma mom was admitted to hospital.With scary looking brother and rather hungry looking grandma and a late call by ma own hunger cells forced me back to the place filled with white boxes,hot humid air and utensils.I made Thoran[mixed vegetable] and prawn masala.I fared pretty okie with ma grandma giving me a thumps up.The next scrape goat was Radhakrishnan, ma buddy from school.He would have never agreed to come home if he knew i was COOKING [i didn't tell him you know].When i asked for his comments he merely replied"Wait until tomorrow,i will tell you if am not busy[pun intended,easy to figure out]".Well, he did call the next day!!!!.Somewhere down the line the curries became monotonous in flavour and so did ma interest.The thing is I compare ma self with mom, and have to accept the fact that she is a wizard.Her curries have the perfect flavours,perfect smell and colours . Ma best friend turns out into ma worst enemy.Dad has nicknamed ma taste buds"Super tasting".I'm so used to ma Mom's curries that, ma taste buds refuse to accept the mine.

Today was one of those dreadful days when mom fell sick[she is making this a habit] and dad rang me up and told"No food from out side today,make something before i come".Ya i hate the part where i have to open up the fridge to see it empty,or have to smell through all the white tins to understand"What's where?".Finally i decided upon tomato and onion curry with coconut and beetroot and coconut thoran.This time i added on some different masalas to make the dish taste different.I was ready for the verdict ya i can handle the truth

Mom:"Okie,but need to more be spicy!!!"

Dad:"Good!!!! more chillie powder next time "

Bro[in his usual manner]:"EEEEEEEEE...Do i have to comment?"

Frankly i wasn't that happy,the same taste lingers on .My verdict:not great.Well, at least everyone survived!!!!!

Copy cat

Copy cat

I'm really wicked!!!.I'm usually laid back but,if someone tries to mess around with ma brains,they will end up in a plate.Last day in Orkut,i got this friend request from one of ma junior from school.He seemed all nice, introduced himself and added a note"Do add me".I always cross check on credentials.Mutual friends or at least the same communities(college and school) decide whether the request goes into ma friend list or the dump bin.As i linked on to his site i was in for a big shock.That guy copied ma profile.GRR...i worked so hard to find those rhyming words to describe about myself, ma identity and this guy without any efforts or not even changing the gender copied ma profile.He whisked away the whole thing with few changes here and there and pasted it out.Does he have an identity?MR.Identity thief.Its up to him to write about himself !!!.Okay i controlled ma nerves and scrapped him telling him how inappropriate it was.I even told him i would have sued him if i had the copy rights(I really meant it guys).In rage i deleted his request and 3 days later the request resurfaces with a note"Sorry".I do forgive people after all, mistakes are human.I went back to his profile what i saw brought out the demon inside me.He had made no attempts to change what he has done.The same "ABOUT ME" stays.A sorry won't replace or even remotely change the actions of which one is responsible of.It reminds me of ma buddy Swaran in school.I was strangely surprised on seeing his chat window one day.

"I thank ma friends for not being a part of ma life but, for making me a part of theirs."

- Ma friend Opal

He acknowledged me for ma statement that i myself had put on ma chat window few days before.This is what gentlemen do.They don't take credits for the things they haven't done.They acknowledge creative people.So next time you whisk away something fro the net.Don't mess around with wrong people!!!!

The semester that was

There are no complaints,no hectic pace,no waking up in the morning hearing ma mom scream, no rushing towards the bus stop, no last minute pleading to dad to drop me to college.This is heaven,which i call STUDY HOLIDAYS.There is lots of popcorn,lots of channels to surf,lots of books to read( not the BIG engineering books),lots of stuff to do and the good thing "Iv time for all these luxuries".Constant reminders from parents that i ought to study ,vaporises fast into thin air as i see the calender 30,31,1,2......12....lot of time i assure myself.The books on ma table seems like a big baggage which, if i get a chance would like to throw it out somewhere.This semester i worked real hard,burning midnight oil,trying to score what i believed was beyond ma dreams.This was the best semester ever not in personal terms but, academically the best.Some great subjects, great professors,great classes,good notes and ya the pride that i take in saying"HAVEN'T SLEPT DURING ANY OF THE LECTURES THIS SEM".Great feat by the way!!!

On the personal front it wasn't the best of times.I struggled to keep up ma relations,some lost for ever.I missed out on the tour, missed on the very word"FUN".Why the hell it took me long 3 and a half years to postmortem the human side of people around?.The twists and turns in the story, attempts to reach the social ladder, consumed by ego,neglect and goes the dark list. It took me so long to understand "WHO'S WHO".I'm glad at least iv a single person whom i can ring in the middle of the night and say"Its lonely huh?".I was totally wrong about her,and when i crossed over to her side i realised that with a heavy heart.We talk about it at time to pierce away those awkward moments.The time we lost in getting to know each other owing to mental differences.Its all sorted and we find solace in each others words.We have just one more semester before College life gets officially over .Time to mend or Time to be what we are.Its up to me to decide what i want.

Adventure

It all began 2 days before.A 3:oo pm,i was handed over the mark list of 6th semester University exam.Happy with ma marks,i jolted down the stairs.That's when Rahul stopped me"writing improvement?"."Well,iv got more than what i deserve so should i?" i asked.I usually don't like the idea of writing the previous semester paper all over again. "Da give me some company"he begged.He tricked me into writing Control System Theory(That's the way i put it).Improvement form was ready with me ,the only thing i didn't fill up was the subject ,as i wasn't sure so as whether i should write or not.Me and ma best buddy Smi were supposed to write the same exam but, she scored a 70+ and if she ever dares to open her mouth on improvement she will be dead meat (According to ma classmates).

With the filled form we went to the college office that's when we got to know another thing.The last date for form submission was on 18th and guess what ???we got our mark list on 23rd(so typical of our university).So, four( Rahul, me,Sher, Anu) of us decided to take a ride to university which is in the next district.I wasn't sure about the whole thing but, Rahul again tricked me into coming with him.It was decided that the guys will get in from the first stop and me from mine."Just tell the bus name okie" i reminded him.

I get up(all by ma self),get ready and walk to the stop, that's when i noticed i had just 1 rupee as balance in ma mob.Sher called me and said"the bus name is Priyadarsini .Its a white limited stop bus".As i waited in the stop i messaged Rahul"where has the bus reached?"."2 stops before yours" he messaged back.The bus comes to a screeching halt at ma stop ,a white LS bus named Priyadarsini. I got in and turned back ma mates were not in sight."I got in to the bus" i messaged by then the bus was in motion."What???? the bus hasn't reached your stop" Rahul messaged back.Okay!!! i don't need extra intelligence to understand that i got into the WRONG bus.That's when i heard a passenger say that another bus named Priyadarsini was right behind the one i was travelling in ,both had same destination and the same COLOUR!!!!. The thing is, the bus ma mates were travelling in takes a longer route while mine reaches the destination way early.Time to think....the place that we were heading to was 2 hour away.But,thankfully for me it was en route to ma mom's place. I knew the place like the back of ma palm(not exactly!!!).I got down at the mid stop and waited for the other Priyadarsini to arrive. I stood in the bus stop for almost about 40 minutes before i was relieved to see ma mates waving at me.Finally!!!!! after 30 minutes we reached the university.Ma uncle rang me up yesterday and as i narrated the incident he added on"They have nearly 15 buses plying on the same route named Priyadarsini".Great!!!!.

As i got into the bus i told Shery" Thank goodness its not Kozhikode or Kannur, if it was i would have killed you guys".What remains to be seen is whether the journey was worth it.With 65 marks already in ma kitty i don't think i have any hope of improvement.So the whole trip wasn't a journey at all but, it was an adventure

Speechless!!!

I'm speechless!!!!.Ma parents are taking time to sink into this new feeling of the house being so quite.Its not the first time I'm going speechless but, this time the worst case scenario have been extended for few days.Impossible task for a person like me to shut up, sit there and listen to people.I'm known in the whole college for ma "SOUND" not that i have sweet singing voice.I have low frequency, high bass,loud voice.The voice which has the credit for most announcements made.Even during the worst decibel noise interferences too, i can manage to pull peoples attention towards ME!!!!.Iv been down with fever and as i by product iv been suffering from tonsillitis too.With ma sound gone, ma friends are having merry time telling me all the things piled up in their hearts for years.How cruel!!!.Some even take pleasure in making me speak,with only blast of air out of ma nose and mouth i sound worse than Himesh Reshamiyya.I'm really missing ma voice,it was a part of ma identity.The very factor X that distinguished me from the rest, now that its under repair i feel nothing more than a sack of useless paper(I'm not that desperate).Times i feel the whole situation is blessing in disguise.I'm supposed to attend the viva for ma labs and after seeing ma sad state, ma professor said"its okie,you can attend viva later".Also,i get an exception from many things.But, for all those who took revenge on me!!!!.

"I will be back with vengeance guys".